All These Things We'll One Day Swallow Whole

Eat, drink, sleep. Eat, drink, sleep. Repeat. Life bearing down on us in it’s feverish repetition blinds us, deafens us, fills us with it’s everlasting expanse of nothingness. We reach for hope as the nothingness gathers us, plucks us like weeds that will eventually become waste.

As we reach life’s summit we feel it’s blue hands touching us as we spin uncontrollably in our downward spiral. It bears down on us and we know we’ve become immobilized, trapped like caged birds, hopeless with no resolve barring the unavoidable truth that comes to all.

Our famished road leads on, contorting our bodies and our minds as it wrenches us to these darker places. We look bleary-eyed and tortured—the stains and strain never leaving our faces—to our impossibly long cavern with no light, no end. It’s core a complete and utter mystery, dreadfully large and intimidating. We are so small, so lost, this passage so infinite, these are our thoughts before we all go under.

We can feel it, can see it’s beady eyes. Those eyes, we’ve seen so many times before, deep, black and empty. We stare it right in the eyes... and we know, no matter what the hell we do, it will get the last laugh. It always gets the last laugh in all cases without exception.

We scream as we fight for life oblivious to the tragedy of it's meaning, like taking a dog to be put down and he wags his tail the whole way there. This is how we look, and it breaks my heart.

It’s our epic battle and our epic fall. “Is there resolve? Some sense of hope?” We roar in indignation. We hear the song from the deep it’s somber ambience accentuating it's lyrics, “There is no resolve. There is no hope. Cracked eggs and dead birds. All these things you'll one day swallow whole.”

This tragic emotion, so hurtful, the sound of it's melody it's only definition. We are the catalyst of the hopelessness. All these things we'll one day swallow whole and fade out.

....and fade out


Inspired by Radiohead's Street Spirit (Fade Out).
lyrics by Thom Yorke

Rows of houses, all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will, will not communicate
These thoughts and the strain I am under
Be a world child, form a circle
Before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs, dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death, can see its beady eyes
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again

Immerse your soul in love
Immerse your soul in love